Trapped at Fredys

Trapped at Fredys

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I was 12 years old at the time,and me and my family were going on vacation.There was me my younger sister Sarah and my mom and dad.We were heading to my grandma's house to pick her up.About halfway through the trip we were running out of gas.There wasn't a gas station in site.There's a building,I pointed out to my dad.We pulled up in the parking lot. The big glowing sign said Fredy Fazes bears peazza Reah.My sister was getting excited.WOW she said,I now this place.Its like Chucky Cheese. My dad noked on the tow big front doors.Hello,helloooo.He tried the door handle,it was unlocked,My mom said for me and my sister to wait out side,so we waited,after about 20min's i was getting impatient.I decided to go look for my parents.I told my sister to wait until I come back.i walked in and saw it was like Chucky cheese,but it didn't feel happy,it feeld evil.i saw there was 3 animatronics on stage,a bunny,a duck and a bear,I assumed the bear was Fredy.As I walked around the building I called out
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